Lyrics:

Think of how we used to be
Drunk on freedom
Didn't see the bright red signs
Living out our fantasies
Sitting pretty
In our minds

Those were the days
Love was a wild-eyed adventure
Everything that fate sent you
Seemed to be so fine
Made the chances of a storm seem tiny

Had a few too many tastes of hope
Now there's just the short end of the rope

Remember when just you and me
High on moments
Didn't know the rain had come
Drinking instant ecstasies
Playing psychedelic drums

Those were the days
Love was a starry robed commander
Every soft word disarmed you
It seemed to be so right
Made the dangers of a fall unlikely

Dressed in dreams, we danced like the elite
Now we're down the dark end of the street

And here it comes again
That same old purple train
A Little more insane...

Think of how you used to be
Stoned on summer
Now the fun has left the fair
Smoking up your memories
Burning ends of wild hair

Those were the days
Love was a golden-tongued pretender
Every night he would send you
It seemed to be so cool
Made the shadows of a change look foolish

Had the future tight inside your fist
Now it's just another glass of mist

And here it comes again
That same old purple train
A little more insane...

And here it comes again
That orange coloured car
Please tell me where we are...